English lyrics from Spenser to Milton, intr. by J. DennisJohn Dennis 1898 |
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... doth arise Out of her bed of roses . See , the clear sun , the world's bright eye , In at our window peeping : Lo ! how he blusheth to espy Us idle wenches sleeping . Therefore , awake ! make haste , I say , And let us , without staying ...
... doth arise Out of her bed of roses . See , the clear sun , the world's bright eye , In at our window peeping : Lo ! how he blusheth to espy Us idle wenches sleeping . Therefore , awake ! make haste , I say , And let us , without staying ...
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... doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing- Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! The palm and may , make country houses gay , Lambs frisk and play , the shepherds pipe all day , And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay ...
... doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing- Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! The palm and may , make country houses gay , Lambs frisk and play , the shepherds pipe all day , And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay ...
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... Doth set my pugging1 tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king . The lark that tirra - lirra chants , With heigh ! with heigh ! the thrush and the jay , Are summer songs for me and my aunts , While we lie tumbling in the ...
... Doth set my pugging1 tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king . The lark that tirra - lirra chants , With heigh ! with heigh ! the thrush and the jay , Are summer songs for me and my aunts , While we lie tumbling in the ...
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... doth keel the pot . When all around the wind doth blow , And coughing drowns the parson's saw , And birds sit brooding in the snow , And Marian's nose looks red and raw , When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl , Then nightly sings the ...
... doth keel the pot . When all around the wind doth blow , And coughing drowns the parson's saw , And birds sit brooding in the snow , And Marian's nose looks red and raw , When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl , Then nightly sings the ...
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... and groves are of thy dressing , Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing . Thus we salute thee with our early song , And welcome thee , and wish thee long . SILVIA W. SHAKESPEARE WHO is Silvia ? What is she 21 SPENSER TO MILTON.
... and groves are of thy dressing , Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing . Thus we salute thee with our early song , And welcome thee , and wish thee long . SILVIA W. SHAKESPEARE WHO is Silvia ? What is she 21 SPENSER TO MILTON.
Common terms and phrases
a-Maying adieu ANON apace beauty beauty's BED OF ROSES BEN JONSON birds breast breath bright bring CAMPION CASTARA CORYDON COWLEY cowslips crown Cuckoo CUPID dear death delight ding doth earth echo ring eyes face fear fire flames FLETCHER flowers garland golden grace green happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly Heigh HERRICK Hey nonny Hymen JOHN DENNIS king kiss lady light lilies lips live love thee Love's lovers lulla MADRIGAL maids merry mind mirth MISTRESS morn ne'er never night nightingale Nymphs PAPHOS Philomel pity pleasure poet praise pretty Queen rest ROBERT ANNING BELL roses scorn shade SHAKESPEARE shepherd shine sigh Sing lullaby sleep smile SONG SONNET soul SPENSER spring stars stay sweet content sweetest tears Tereu thine things thought thy Love tree unto untrue Love Vellum wanton weep Whenas white-thorn youth
Popular passages
Page 209 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 100 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 163 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 141 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 122 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
Page 97 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Page 15 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Page 12 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Page 165 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 18 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!